The Fluffiest Plot Bunny Ever
by Company Calls
Summary: For a conscience, you suck at telling me what to do.
1. Chapter 1

A/n: I've been on hiatus, and forgot my old password. So I'm starting from scratch. 3

Her voice rings through my ears; begging me, urging me to keep going. Never ever to stop. It sends chills down my body and boils my blood. Heat settles between my thighs, my hand between hers. My fingers buried deep within her; her fingers buried in my hair. The feeling of being wanted – needed – in such a way is more than flattering for a girl like me. Thus, I am more then willing to oblige; especially for a creature as gorgeous as she is…_but dreams remain dreams_.

My reflection gazes intently at me, scrutinizing every detail. _Am I pretty?_ I concede to the fact that I could be pretty, but I'm not really willing to take the time to show it off. I shouldn't have to. _For someone who doesn't try you sure waste a lot of time in front of the mirror. _

"Sod off."

I hate how I always have to run to class. I'm late anyway. Alas, so it goes. I manage to walk in just as role is being taken.

"And …Ginny Weasley, you are quite lucky your name is at the end of the list. Thank you for gracing us with your presence. If this becomes a reoccurring issue, we're going to have problems," Professor McGonagall warns. _You probably shouldn't have cut her class on Monday._

I mumble a compliant answer as I slide into my chair.

The class passes slowly, as per usual. Ugh, Transfiguration. I can feel my eyes finally blur out of focus while the professor talks. And suddenly I'm elsewhere. I imagine her gentile smile; perfect teeth, full lips, and the slight blush of her cheeks. The depths of her dark eyes that envelop me spring to mind also. They consume my very being.

I hear the rustling of parchment and the scrape of chairs being pushed back. Shaken from my daze I follow suit. That was actually pretty fast. _You must have zoned out early_.

I'm glad when today is over. I flop down on a cushy couch near the fire in the common room. She takes more classes than anyone else I know, I expect her to be here in about an hour. Reluctantly I start my homework. _You're a week behind on work in all of your classes._ I just get going, knowing that my beautiful all-knowing goddess will swoop in to help just in time.

On cue, just as I start really chewing up my quill, she strides in. She seems upset; then I notice my brother and Harry are in tow, laughing.

"I really just don't want to hear about it, you guys," she shoots over her shoulder. "Honestly," she huffs, rolling her eyes. The two boys grin widely and make their way toward the boy's dormitories. "Hello Ginny."

"Hey." Offering her the cushion next to me, "What are they on about?"

I watch her pull out her homework. She has beautiful hands. They've got ink stains and she has a callous on the side of her finger from writing so much. She is an artist of words and poetry. _Pay attention_. "They think I care about what horrible jokes they play on people. I swear they spend too much time with Fred and George. Well, at least Ron and Harry are less public about it anyway."

On paper at least; she has such random speech. And maybe feels a bit left out.

"Are you upset because they didn't invite you?" I ask cautiously. _Oh shit. That could go either way._

"No."

I just stare, a small smile.

"No," she says a little more sternly.

I can feel my eyebrow twitch, "Really?"

Sighing and slouching back onto me, "Maybe a little."

I put I arm around her shoulder and am now close enough to share the same breath with her. "Don't feel too bad, it's just more time you get to spend with me," I grin.

She returns my smile and I can feel each and every wing in my stomach. I ignore it and break her gaze, beginning again on my homework where I left off. _What are you so afraid of?_

Time passes. She finishes her homework. I can feel her looking over my shoulder at my chicken scratch. It's a wonder she can even read my potion's essay. "The facts are right, but there's a few spelling mistakes," she catches my eyes, "Do you mind if I…"

"Not at all," I blurt. She waves her wand and letters rearrange themselves, some are added, and some are taken away. "Thanks, Hermione, you're amazing."

_Subject has made contact, plans?_ Her hand is resting on my thigh and she gives me a warm smile, "Any time." She squeezes it gently before reaching into her school bag and pulling out a book. _You're a bloody wimp._

That's just how my days are in general. _Horribly frustrating?_ Yes, and with no help from you. For a conscience you suck at telling me what to do._ Well, you get what you pay for_. I didn't pay and I'm not sure I even asked for it. _Exactly_. Whatever.

I am horribly smitten with Hermione Granger. She is the essence of sexy; she's oblivious to it. She has silky soft messy brown hair, beautiful dark green eyes, and a mouth anyone would be glad to have anywhere on themselves. And we all know all about her academic brilliance, do I have to go into detail? _Lord knows everyone else does. _"Stop that," I'm trying to think.

People don't know her like I do. She's really funny, but no one really sees her when she's being goofy. Around people with low-brow standards she's reserved. Seriously though, she's really witty and charming. She's so genuinely kind to people, but you'd never know because some people…_Ron and Harry_...Yes, shut up. Some people don't treat her very well, so they don't get to see it.

We have a history, but not really the one I'd hoped for. We've been friends for years. We held each other in the hard times; trough break-ups, peer torment, and when my brother being a goon. We had pajama parties in my room at the Burrow and in her prefect dorm at school. She cheered for me at the Quddich games. We took walks and had serious conversations about life. We're best friends.

That's kind of the problem. There was an incident this winter. We were hanging out drinking with the boys. We went back to my room and talked to one another for a while. Long story short: we kissed _a lot_, went to sleep cuddling in each other's arms, and we haven't spoken of the incident since. Not to say that her being my best friend being the real problem, it just kind of hiders our friendship status. Friends are supposed to talk about things. She hasn't told me what she thought of the encounter, then again, neither have I. I also haven't told her for years that I like her, I'm not sure she realizes it.

Things are weird now – for me. Not so much for her. _You may want to reiterate how oblivious she is._ Don't tell me how to talk to myself. I was doing fine before you showed up. _You're just pissed because you don't like people trying to give you introspective thoughts._ I can easily introspect by myself. _You're just blathering on about some silly unrequited love bullshit. And it isn't necessarily that it's unrequited. You just don't know what she thinks. So you decide to obsess over it. This is where I come in. I am here in order to guide you out of you're excessively creepy emotional rut. _

"You're a fucking asshole!"_ Because I'm right._ "Fine, I'll try it your way," now that I'm thoroughly sure I may be mad…I have no idea where that train of thought went. Jackass.

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	2. Chapter 2

**A/n**: So yeah, I hope this story isn't too confusing. I personally find it quite silly.

**Disclaimer**: Oh shit, forgot about that. Umm, I disclaim the things that don't look like original work. That is all.

Oh, right. I was just getting to my point before I was so rudely interrupted. _You were babbling._ Come on! Seriously, just let me think. I'm going to let you give me advice, but I need to finish explaining it. _My apologies._

That whole first bit was leading up to this. I have tentatively decided to tell Hermione how I feel about her…maybe. The idea has been entertained many, many times. I've decided that I need to get it out in the open and I'm just not really sure how to do it. I mean, this whole kiss thing has gone far enough. It's been five weeks almost to the day…_See, you are creepy and obsessive_…and she has still said nothing. I just need say it for my own sake, because I've been harboring this for most of our friendship; the kissing thing was just a breaking point.

So that's it. That's what I've got so far. Any thoughts? _Ah, I see. You've found a use for me after all - unfortunately that's not my job. I don't tell you what to do; I tell you the right way to do it._ Okay, tell me the right way to tell Hermione. _Do you at least have an idea?_ Not especially.

_(Sigh) I have a couple ideas. There's the old "I have to tell you something, but I'm not sure how you'll feel…please don't hate me…blah…blah." Or there's the romantic stroll by the lake…or waiting until summer to be found out when you're staring at her boobs…or you could write her a note and put it in with your homework that you need her to look over._

First of all, all of those ideas are cheesy and cliché. Secondly, I always stare at her boobs in the summer and she hasn't noticed. Do I need to remind you how oblivious she is?I'll probably think about maybe writing her a note though. _You have to be one of the most indecisive people…ever. _You could very well be right.

I'm rushing off to potions class after lunch. I ended up getting so flustered at the idea of telling Hermione how I felt that I left and hid out in the basement girl's bathroom. After a mini panic attack I realized I was going to be late. So now I'm running.

"Weasley, five points from Gryffindor," Snape says as I walk in. He's a sad greasy bastard of a man. I find my seat in back next to Luna. She lazily smiles at me, and then stares out into space again.

I do the same until we are called up to hand in papers and leave. I hand Snape my paper and, surprisingly, he stops me to say, "Don't you dare be late to this class again or I will take all credit away for not attending the class. Do you understand me?"

I nod, feeling my cheeks turn red. "Yes Professor," I mumble and turn to leave. _He is such a dick. I think he gets his jollies being a total douche-bag to kids. What a bully._ I know. I wasn't even that late. _But you're always late._ I guess. _Watch out, Dean Thomas alert! Take a left._ Thanks. You're good. He's been trying to ask me out for weeks. He can't really take a hint. _No not really. _You're actually pretty cool. _I know._ Considering you're a jackass and all. Just say thank you like a normal person…

I'm at the tower, finally. "Oddsbodikins," I tell her.

She doesn't move, "Sorry dear, new password."

Damnit! I can't believe the Fat Lady changed it again. Wait, yes I can._ It'_s '_abstinence' again. _Really?

"Okay. How about abstinence?" and she lets me through, "Thanks." _Do you seriously narrate your life like this? _Shut up – I walk over and get comfortable on the couch from the other day.

These essays are killing me. I just don't want to do them anymore. _What do you mean 'anymore'? You never write your essays, that's how you got into this problem in the first place. _Yeah well, whatever. I've got to buckle down and get this stuff taken care of.

An hour or so passes rather slowly. I keep getting distracted by the fire and the snow outside the window. I like the way that it snows at the end of January sometimes. _You need to focus._ And you need to shut the hell…Ho-mah-gosh, Hermione is here. _Be cool._

She sees me and bee-lines to the sofa, grinning. I look down at my History of Magic essay and realize that I have only gotten through two paragraphs. She flops down next to me and sighs, "I'm so glad today is over."

"You okay?" I ask. She leans her head on my shoulder, which is not uncommon, but it still flusters me. _Relax. Be cool. _Right, cool.

"I'm okay, I guess. I'm just a little disappointed. I got terrible marks in transfiguration today," she looks embarrassed.

_Comfort her, you idiot. _Do not insult me. _Do NOT miss this opportunity. _"I'll bet you're just overreacting. You're absolutely brilliant. There is no possible way for you to get poor marks, unless it's flying lessons," a feeble attempt at lightening the mood.

She smiles. Awesome! She is so pretty when she smiles. Her whole face lights up and her eyes get brighter.

_Hey, stop gawking, she's talking to you, _"…and it just didn't end up the way it was supposed to at all."

Holy crap, you're right, "That's not so bad. I'm doing much worse than you are as far as academics go, but you knew that already."

"Yeah," she chuckles. _Good sign, you make her laugh._ "What are you catching up on tonight? Ooh! History of Magic; let me see." I let her look at my assignment sheet, "The Goblin Rebellion. That's such an interesting topic."

I can feel myself blush, "Really?" Why am I such a sucker for her? _She IS complimenting your school work. Big points in her book. It's Hermione. _How true. She nods, smiling again. "Well thanks. It would be better done. I'm just kind of stuck right now because I don't have any information about a couple of protests."

There is that glow-y excitement from her again. "I have books with just the information this needs," she says. "Shall I get them?"

"Yes, please. That would be great." She is AMAZING. _You need to stop being such a chicken about all this._

She stands to leave, "I'll be right back."

"Okay, thanks. You're amazing," _real creative. _You know something, shut up. You're not helping. _Nor are you. Just please try to listen to me. I can help. Really. _Okay, seriously though, stop being such a jackass to me. _Whatever, sure. Just listen. There is a good chance she's into you. Not many people would be so patient with you. She must really must like you in one way or another. _I only wish. _Don't be so hardheaded. Nothing will change if she shoots you down, you know._ I kind of figured, but that doesn't make me feel better about it._ It wont change your current relationship. And if she is into you, then it was all worth it. _I guess it can't be that bad. _The only thing I warn is that you could take it too hard if she does end up shooting you down. Just remember you'll probably always be her friend._ Yeah, that notion sounds really agonizing and possibly guesstimated. The whole 'I love you but I'm not IN love with you' thing sounds traumatic as well.

I'm not sure if I'm ready for that.

**A/n**: Isn't it just painfully ridiculous? Love it? Hate it? Let me know.


	3. Chapter 3

**A/n:** I laughed the whole way through writing this. I'm going a little crazy in my dorm. It's the end of semester, and there is so much stressful stuff happening that I need a bit of silly time. Here she be.

**Disclaimer:** I disclaim anything anyone recognizes as anyone else's work. But the conscience is all mine.

_So, what are you going to do?_ I don't know. She seems so unattainable. _You know you're just putting her on a pedestal, right?_ Wouldn't you?_ Being that technically I'm a part of you, yeah, but it's Hermione. She won't ever abandon you, nor should you be worried she's too good for you._ But…_No, it's my turn._

I feel funny, like myself, but not. I am an observer of myself, within myself, but still myself, without really being myself. _Welcome to my life._ What did you do? _I did a system override. _What? _Yeah, I'm not technically supposed to do this, but you're hopeless. _You're mean, and this is the strangest bloody thing that has ever happened to me - Tom Riddle related issues included.

_Would you look at all those spelling errors…_Hey, that's private! _Dear Hermione, There is next to nothing you don't know about me…_Please don't…_There is one thing I do need to tell you…_I'm begging you…_I'm in love with you…_I can see myself slipping the very PERSONAL letter between several assignments that I was going to give to Hermione to look over.

I already had a plan. _And I'm putting it in motion now. _I need to revise it…_for the fifth time? No, sorry. You're miserable and it's affecting your grades, your friends, me, and Hermione. She's worried. And, frankly, the fact you've rewritten this as many times as you have is a little creepy. We're trying to avoid creepiness._ I'm not ready._ The sooner, the better…oh look, here she comes. _When I figure out how to reverse this, you're so dead!

"_Hello Hermione_," I hear myself say.

She smiles and hands me the heavy tomes, "You should look in this one for the rebellion of 1459 and this one for…" Seriously, you're doing this now?_ It must be done._

"_Thank you, you're so sweet. I love that you'll do anything to help your friends,_" That's so cheesy. _And women like it._ You'd better be right.

She giggles, "You're such a flatter-er. You know that there is a special circle in hell for people like you?" I can feel the butterflies and I pray to god when I open my mouth they don't fly out. _You're too nervous. I've got this under control._

"_I only speak the truth to you,_" I gaze at her for a moment. She hides beneath her lashes as a blush rises from her chest. I'm impressed. _No, you're flirting, and she likes it._ No kidding?

"Well, you're too kind, Miss Weasley," she finally meets my eyes again. "Would you like me to look over these other assignments for you?" she asks, motioning to the stack that I've been working on throughout the day.

"_If you want to,_" I respond. "_You don't have to._"

Oh no, "I'd love to." She busies herself with the first on the pile as I begin to add things to the Goblin essay.

You're going to restrain me like this until she reads it, aren't you? _In 1452, the beginnings of an uprising began…_interesting, but really this isn't funny anymore…_the leader of the Goblin Suffrage Collation (GSC)…_Stop ignoring me! I need to get that letter back, don't you understand?!

For a long time the only sounds within the common room are the cracking of the fire and our quills scratching against the parchment. Time feels so slow. It could be any moment, so each moment takes longer to get here than the one before it. Every once in a while I feel myself look over to her. She hasn't gotten to the letter yet.

On one occasion she catches my glance offers me her hand, "Hey," I put my hand in hers and she gives me this genuine look of encouragement. "You're doing such a good job trying to get back on track. There is no reason to worry. I'm proud and, whether or not they say so, your professors are proud."

"_Thank you. Trying is the best I've got right now, but I'm getting there,_" this is really happening isn't it? _I told you she liked you, dummy. _Oh, that. No, Hermione is always like that. _You're so bleeding thick. That is exactly why I'm doing this._

She keeps her hand in mine until she has to pick up her quill to make a few corrections. She told me she was done casting spell check for me. _I think that's fair_. Oh totally fair. I continue to work on my essay. It's almost done. Wait, really? _I can write an awesome paper, I must say._ Hey, I'm impressed. I would have just sat there staring at the book for a while longer.

_Well, my work is done here. Have your body back._ Wait, wait, what? She's about to read it. I'm not suave. I can't smooth this over; this is a train wreck. _You've got this one, okay Ginny? _I really don't think I've got it.

"Hermione, I'm going to need one of those assignments back. I just remembered something I forgot…to put in." _You're sabotaging this whole thing._

"No, Ginny, I'll just look over this stuff first. Just add in things you forgot when you rewrite them," she swats my hand away, not even looking up from the last piece of paper before the letter. "Besides, it's getting late and I need to go to bed. I'm perfectly happy to just do it now."

"But, you don't even have to be up with me right now, you could already be in bed. I could just show you this stuff another time. You know, when you're not so tired," _You're babbling again. Just let it happen. There is nothing wrong with your note. She won't even turn you down, I swear! You're so fucking stubborn._

"I have no problems with helping you, and it's not that late," she's still staring at the words. How does she do that? No, I need to stop this now.

I look around the commons meaningfully, "It has to be late. We're the only ones left out here."

Finally she looks up ay me, a little…_irritated?_ "Seriously I don't mind being up with you."

_Ginny, no more talking._

"It's not imperative though, I'm sure you have so many other things -" But I don't get to finish because she cutes me off…_Finally._

"Will you stop this nonsense? I know I don't have to help you, but I want to. I really-" _Holy crap..._This is it, isn't it? She sighs, "I-I like you. If I didn't, I don't even know if I could put up with how crazy you are." She seems embarrassed, but she keeps her wits about her. Is she afraid of how I might react? _Way to go genius. _

My guts do a back flip. I feel like I've got to throw up. _Say something._ Like what? _Anything! This silence is way too suspenseful at this point. _"You like me?" I manage, finally. And just for clarification, "Like as in B-F-F's or whatever? Or do you mean -"

"You're the most oblivious person I know." She cuts me off again. Feisty, I like it. "I like you, as in B-F-F's…and as in I might want to - be more than that."

"Really?" _I told you so._

"Yeah, really."

I do the only reasonable thing anyone like me would have done. In one swift motion, I have my arm around her shoulder and the other around her waist, and I flippin' kiss her. _You are so, totally, suave. _

**A/n: **And it's about fucking time, right? I wouldn't have the beginning be as it were and the rating what it is. But you'll just have to wait for it to get even better. I hope everyone is enjoying this treasure of satire. Love.


	4. Chapter 4

**A/n: **We'll, it is indeed time for an update.

**Disclaimer:** I disclaim anything anyone recognizes as anyone else's work.

When we finally pull away from one another moments – days, years, eons – later, she looks pleased. Her eyes are still closed and a small smile is on her swollen lips. I am quite pleased with myself, the electricity from the kiss still coursing through me. _You're babbling again._

"I'm sorry," she finally says flushed. She notices how close to one another we are and the papers she was holding previously that are strewn about the floor; I'm still holding her against myself. Obviously flustered she opens her mouth to explain why she's sorry, but I cut her off with my mouth. _Go Ginny, go Ginny…_ This time I explore her deeply. Her hands burying into my hair pull me closer, deeper, harder.

She pulls me down on top of her and I am running my hands over her lithe frame, breaching the confines of her sweater. Settling myself between her thighs – my dream come true – she moans at the ministrations of my hands on her hot flesh and my weight settling upon her. Running her fingernails above the hemline on my slacks, she breaks the kiss.

"I'm sorry," she says again, this time huskily, "for not saying anything sooner."

I just smile in response and brush a stray hair from her face.

I can feel her squirm under my gaze. "What?" she asks incredulously.

"Nothing. I'm just really happy is all." I lean down to gently convey what I mean. We get lost in one another for a long time again. Our hands are roaming shamelessly, though we're new to this. But suddenly I feel her stiffen, then her lips away from mine, then a gentle shaking beneath me. I register that she's laughing; and now I'm the one incredulously staring at her.

"This is absurd, you know?" She's smiling at me.

"How so?" I manage, stroking the soft skin beneath the pads of my fingers.

She glances over to the door to the prefect hallway, "We could be all cozy in my bed… alone… instead of sprawled on a couch in the commons for all to see."

A giggle works its way through me at the absurdity of the situation. We were just so taken by the moment. _You'd better climb off of her and lead the way to more private places._ I do as I'm told, taking her hand, "We'd better be off then."

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Once in her room she gets awkward and quiet. She carries books from her bed to her desk, where she begins to cap her ink and clean her quills.

"Are you okay?"

She looks at the ink on her hands and then back at me.

"Yes," she wipes off her hands, gives me a small kiss, and locks the door. She settles herself on the edge of the bed; cross legged, leaning back on her hands. "I'm just so… surprised. And pleased." A smile elegantly graces her features again.

I flop down next to her face down, suddenly panicking. What's happening? Am I really going to do this? I've dreamt of this moment and I'm not sure what to think. Everything happened so quickly, yet we were out there for over an hour._ Don't worry._ How can you tell me that at a time like this?

I feel her hand on the small of my back, soothing me. I roll so I'm facing her. She smiles and waves her wand, muting the lights and lighting some candles. After setting down her wand she lays her head on my chest, hand under my shirt caressing my stomach.

Can't she hear how hard my heart is beating? It feels as though it's exploding from my chest.

"I really like you Ginny, and I want you to stay here tonight." I tense and she can feel my apprehension, "But no pressure for anything, I just wanted to maybe talk a little. I'd like to sort things out."

"Like how," I hear myself respond, not really a question.

She sighs, "I don't know." She rubs her face thoughtfully against the uniform shirt I am still wearing – tie lost somewhere along the way. I start running my hand absently through her hair and she settles back into kissing me, not too terribly troubled with things that still need to be sorted, apparently.

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I wake up next to her and we're curled together like cats. Her breathing is still heavy and even so I don't move – I'd hate to wake her.

_So, things went well… all things considered._ What do you mean 'all things considered'? _Just the fact that you're so thick headed. _You're sounding a bit smug this morning. We didn't even do anything. _I just told you so is all._ Told me what? _That she likes you. She didn't even need to read your silly note. _It wasn't that silly. _Oh, really?_ Ok maybe a little… and I guess you did tell me so.

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It has been three nights and four days since the confession of Hermione Granger and still our status is in question…_Namely by you…_I make it to Divination just in the nick of time, not that Trelawney would have noticed anyway. I take my seat in the back and let the glowing atmosphere of the incense and candles carry me away for the time being. Unfortunately, that leaves me with my thoughts to deal with.

Hermione and I have spent six hours in one another's company – not including meals; two hours a night for homework help mainly – and it seems we're always interrupted before we even have a chance to talk. No invites for a sleepover or anything. _First of all, you're a little creepy. Second of all you're both really busy and sleepovers would mean less sleep when you really need it. The evenings during the week are no time for fooling around…_Pun intended? _All I'm saying is that you're fretting over nothing. This happened on Monday…today is Friday, that means there is the weekend to deal with things. _You do have a point…_I know, I'm brilliant…_No, you're annoying. _My main point of this rambling speech is: You've got to catch up so you actually have time to study for your OWLs so subsequently she has a reason to spend more alone time with you._ You're saying she wants me to do my homework so she can get in my pants? _I'm saying she likes helping you as a show of affection; stop being a sodding smartass._

The best part of Divination is that Trelawney will think you're in a trance when you're zoned out. "Well done today Miss Weasley," she says as I'm walking out the door. I wave and begin my descent down the stairs where – oddly enough – stood Hermione Granger. _Well look who it is._ Stop sounding so smug._ Stop scowling at me when you're looking at her._

"Hi there," I blurt. "What are you doing all the way up here? I thought you wouldn't be caught dead here." I motion toward the class I just walked out of.

She offers me a small smile of embarrassment, "I wanted to see you." She fumbles nervously with her Ancient Rune tome…_textbook_…right, textbook. And she looks down momentarily, trying to decide if she's being too forward, "I want to see you later too. We haven't spent as much _quality _time together as I'd like." She blushes a little at the implications of her statements. _Should that be italicized? _I can tell the difference between you and her, and the difference between an innocent comment and not.

"Yeah…sure…later…whenever you want," I sputter. _Not you at your most suave._

We stare awkwardly at each other, never directly making eye contact. As the passing period draws closer to its end I panic. We haven't made any real plans. _She was waiting for a real response._

"Would you like to meet in the Commons before dinner so we can go together?" _Where did that come from?_

Hermione is taken aback as well, "I'd really like that." She fidgets with her book a little more and then looks back up at me, "So I'll see you later?"

"Definitely." I watch her grin and shyly hurry away towards one of the passages so she can make it to class on time. _You were keeping her busy and distracted…somehow. I'm pretty sure you asked her to dinner too._ Oh my… you're right! _Congratulations. Now run, you're going to be late for Defense Against the Dark Arts._

"Fucking hell."


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